Wendell P. Gladden Jr. in the California Eagle, April 14, 1923:

There’s a yearning in the breasts of all
who have tasted grim oppression’s gall,
Who have fought against the odds of wrong,
For expression, both in word and song.

Cheering kords [sic] and animating themes
Soul songs filled with memories and dreams,
Cheer the hearts of those whose souls would know
Love and peace and hope–and dawn’s bright glow.
Every ear is turned when black folk sing
Melodies of by-gone days and spring;
Sorrow-songs, and stirring songs of praise
Unchecked come from voices [corrected] which amaze,
Rich and mellow strains the listener hears;
Tones that touch the heart and bring the tears;
Perfect harmonies so rich and strong,
Waken memories and linger long.
There are thoughts that words can no express–
Born of grief and unforgetfulness.
That are songs unsung that throb and fill
Anguished hearts with deeper sorrow still.
Ah, the balm that song may be to men
Who can meet defeat and try again!
Men who smiled beneath their load of care–
Singing when their pain is hard to bear.